by demure101
...even if the thoughts are bittersweet. I so enjoy reading your poetry! :)
Splendid couplets
Perfectly scanned
equals boredom, and this did, and this as an end
Our tattered hopes, bright mornings or the few
Short golden hours when all our skies were blue.
equals triteness, but i did consider the superb irony of the title
Junk
so i fived